Pantheon Underground Base
"You actually went through with it." Wukong shook his head with utter disbelief as he watched the scrawny-looking lord of chaos walking in with a handsome young man slung over his shoulder.
And not just any handsome man either.
"We're running out of options." Loki barely spared him a glance, dropping Ambrose on a sofa at the side of the room. "What choice did I have?"
"Other than kidnapping someone affiliated with this country's Federation?" Yemoja got on her feet, squinting hard at the Guide from the round table.
Loki's lips parted, ready for something sarcastic. But a baritone beat them to it.
"I directed him to do this," Apollo stepped out of the shadows of another room, eyes sliding past every face in the room. "Because we indeed have no other choice. It's not as if he would've agreed to come if we asked nicely."
